The Incubus System Chapter 783. Beg For My Mercy... (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 783. Beg For My Mercy...

"Now entertain me, Elenna," I stated, my voice a cool, controlled edge that sliced through the charged atmosphere between us. I could see the emotions warring in her eyes, a mixture of defiance and something else that flickered just beneath the surface.

I watched as she flicked her gaze toward me, a swift movement that betrayed her own unease. There was a fire in her eyes, a fierce determination that spoke of a woman who wasn't accustomed to backing down, even when faced with a situation as unconventional as this. It was as if she was trying to mask her vulnerability behind a façade of strength, a defensive mechanism honed by her years as a journalist.

Her words hissed between clenched teeth, a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "You're mad," she accused, her voice carrying a note of incredulity that was almost comical given the circumstances.

I couldn't help but laugh, a sound that echoed in the stillness of the rooftop. "Mad? Oh, Elenna, you have no idea," I retorted, my laughter a mixture of genuine amusement and something darker, something that lurked beneath the surface of my words.

She shot me a withering glare, her lips pressing into a thin line. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she spat, her tone dripping with disdain.

"Guilty as charged," I said, my tone unrepentant as I regarded her with a mixture of amusement and something else that I couldn't quite place.

"Shit," she muttered, her words tinged with both frustration and a hint of embarrassment. It was evident that her pride was clashing with the reality of the situation, a reality that had her crawling towards me with cheeks flushed crimson.

I watched as she inched closer, her determination seemingly at odds with her initial protestations. It was as if she was engaged in a silent battle with herself, torn between her words and her actions.

Just as she leaned in, intent on carrying out her hasty decision, I once again intervened, clamping my fingers around her cheeks to halt her advance. A cool, controlled pressure kept her at bay, my grip a tangible reminder of the dynamics of our newfound partnership.

"I believe I already instructed you to beg," I reminded her, my tone carrying a note of annoyance. "Disobedience will not be tolerated, Elenna."

Tears glistened in her eyes, a testament to her inner struggle. Her vulnerability was on display, a stark contrast to the fiery determination that had defined her demeanor only moments ago.

Her voice was barely a whisper as she muttered, "No." The single word held a multitude of meanings—a declaration of her resistance.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips, a mixture of exasperation and something akin to reluctant amusement. Why did dealing with her always feel like navigating a maze of contradictions? Our arrangement had been reached, the terms set, and yet here we were, entangled in a verbal battle.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" I couldn't help but ask, my tone tinged with a blend of frustration and fascination. It was as if she reveled in challenging the boundaries I set, refusing to succumb to the easy path.

She met my words with a defiant glare, her gaze locked onto mine as if daring me to question her resolve. "Stubborn? Or simply unwilling to surrender to your manipulation?" Her words were punctuated by quick, uneven breaths, a testament to the effect my skills had on her.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of my lips. She had a point—a point that both irritated me and stoked my intrigue. "You believe your obsession is a normal state of affairs, to the extent that you're heedless of the consequences it might have on others," I retorted, my words a mirror reflecting my exasperation.

Her response, however, caught me off guard. "This isn't an obsession," she insisted, her voice carrying a hint of desperation that contradicted her assertion.

I couldn't help but shake my head, a mixture of bemusement and resignation coloring the gesture. "Elenna, you're walking a fine line, balancing precariously between obsession and some semblance of control," I pointed out, my voice tinged with a mixture of caution and concern.

But she was not one to back down, her spirit as fierce as ever. "And what about you? You manipulate minds, bend wills, and yet you stand here, accusing me of obsession?" Her retort was sharp, a reminder that we were both navigating dangerous territory.

I regarded her with a mixture of respect and something else that I couldn't quite place. Despite the volatile circumstances, there was an undeniable strength in her, a resilience that matched her determination. "Touche," I conceded with a nod. "You're right. Manipulation is a weapon I wield with skill. But there's a difference between using it as a tool and being consumed by it."

She let out a frustrated sigh. "What a lie," she whispered.

“You are a lost cause… I think you will need more punishment than this,” I stated.

I used my telekinesis skill and lifted her body. I extended my hand forward to open my portal. This time I opened my portal to my mansion in the dark dimension. I tossed her on the bed and snapped my fingers. My telekinesis took the rope, one of Letos’ collections, and tied her.

The indignant hiss that escaped her lips was met with a chilling smile from me. "What do you plan to do with me?" Her words dripped with a mixture of defiance and unease.

A fire ignited in her eyes, a fierce determination that refused to be extinguished. "Are you going to rape me?" The words were spat out with a venom that sought to challenge me, to incite a reaction.

I chuckled darkly, my amusement evident as I regarded her with a mixture of intrigue and a hint of pity.

"It's not my thing. But I will do something more fun than that. I will torture you,” I hissed. “With this…” My tail squirmed in front of her face. “I will make you beg for my mercy…” I hissed again.